Conversation · Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)

We'll show him. You'll tear it up ALL the styles!

"Actually, Johnny Law isn't going to tear it up, that would be unprofessional."

"It would, wouldn't it? It would be strange. You see..."

No, it wouldn't. It would be thematic.

"Things are only getting easier for me. I'm a police man: Too-doo-roo-doo!" (Imitate a siren.)

"That is not actually what a police siren sounds like." The lieutenant turns to the young woman.

"It's gotten pretty hard in the meantime -- but I go on."

"I can see that." She nods. "I'm glad all this onward going has brought you to me."

"No comment."

"How long, do you think, until the hard wears us down?"

"Oh, I've got a couple of good years left on my warranty..." She looks down at her body shimmering in the silver jumpsuit.

No. She reached the end of her elasticity about two months ago -- from here on out, every chip and knick and blow stays in there somewhere.

"Have I ever..." She turns to you. "Have you grown accustomed to your role as a 'police officer'?"

OH YEAH, FEEL THE POWER.

"I have very little idea of what I'm doing."

"You're doing just fine -- after all, your path has led you back to me."

"Once a cop -- always a cop."

"Like riding a 'copocycle.'" She takes a sip of her coffee.

There is the tiniest bit of flattery in there -- the way her eyes move from your shoulder to shoulder.

"That is unimportant to the case at hand."

"Ah, I can see that you have, officer." She nods.

"I have grown accustomed to the power, miss."

"I can see that." She takes a sip. "It suits you."

"Not met per se, but I've seen him around, detective. Swooshing by. It has been quite a sight."

"I am sure it has. In the time we've spent together, I must have covered 30 kilometres. He has a track and field approach to police work."

Isn't that odd? How can you run so much?

Why not? You're a powerhouse.

It's about DEDICATION, son. That and you're probably a gym teacher. Only a former gym teacher can think these thoughts and drink so much.

Gym teacher?

Doesn't matter! The flow of events is already passing you by! The woman said something, now the man's saying something... KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, SON!

Wait what? I'm a what?

"And what brings this track-and-field god all the way up here?"

Actually, yeah... How? You have mediocre lungs.

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter! The flow of events is passing you by! The woman said something, now the man's saying something... KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, SON!

Then how am I able to do it...

Indeed. You don't strike yourself like a powerhouse at all.

Across the city, the lieutenant stops to consider a smoke break. He shrugs off the urge: maybe tonight. His absence is palpable. Too late now.

"Miss, I'm investigating, uh..." (Gesture down to the yard.) "The people who put him there said to talk to you."

"Miss, I'm investigating, uh..." (Gesture down to the body in the yard.) "The people who put him there said to talk to you."

"I'm Kim Kitsuragi." The lieutenant steps in. "I'm a detective from Precinct 57. I see you've already met my colleague."

This does not come as good news to him.

"Hell? You know not of which you speak!"

"Oh, I do -- they also say it's why the cleaning lady quit."

She just admitted to being on familiar terms with Hell -- a rough life, certainly.

"Disco Infernum."

She nods approvingly. "They also say that's why the cleaning lady quit. Because of the Infernum."

"It has."

"They also say it's why the cleaning lady quit."

"No, I just trashed the place."

"I know." She smiles with her eyebrows. "That's probably also why the cleaning lady quit."

"No time for pleasantries. We have questions for you." (Proceed in a rush.)

"Right." She turns to face the wind, letting it dry her hair.